Abstract
Tuesday 3 January To the Whitefriars for luncheon; a good muster. Cecil Harmsworth, owner of Johnson's house where we meet, was there, and I thus found myself in the odd situation of standing a sherry to Northcliffe's brother. Cecil is rather a charming man, built on the Rhodes model, with hogged moustache and a general savour of tweeds about him, very quiet in a solid way, and extremely courteous. He says that his son Desmond, the publisher, is ‘too highbrow’. ‘Desmond seems to have a flair for this modern high-brow poetry, but I simply don't understand it.’ We sat at one end of the table, with Jones and me at Harmsworth's left and Fyfe on his right. When Harmsworth had gone Fyfe told us that Northcliffe always said that Cecil was the only gentleman in the family. […] At the office all was normal, but Hobson's nerves a bit on edge, due to the return to offensiveness of Brendan Bracken, I surmised.
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